And just in one such evening I changed my shop window dummy after the working day. A colleague has already gone home, because she coped with her part of the work.
I have already removed the old collection and now carefully laid it in order to carry it to the back room.
I glanced at the passersby, at what was happening now outside the room.
The people are still full on the street, everyone is in a hurry somewhere, chatting. But almost no one looks towards the store. If you turn off the light above the shop window, the shop will completely disappear from their attention.
I took the box to the storage room and took new sets of clothes. That's all, mannequins are dressed. It's time and honor to know. Passing by the lighting panel, I turned off all the toggle switches, except for the light in the back room.
The store plunged into twilight.
I put the keys on the rack and stood next to one of the mannequins. She accepted a calm posture and tried not to move, she only held passers-by with a look. I am invisible. It makes no difference to people whether I’m here or not, probably even if I stand in a glass case naked just like a normal dummy nobody pays any attention to it.
I decided to check it, anyway, after changing into personal belongings, and the form can be folded while in front of me.
The first thing I got rid of shoes.
Then I decided to get rid of the pants. Opening the zipper, I froze, frozen like my colleagues — a group of young people passed by the window.
I tried not to move with every movement on the street, because if I moved, I would definitely attract attention to myself.
And the pants are already in front of me.
The next step is a hated corporate pink blouse. The buttons are rented one by one under the movements of my skillful fingers, and more and more of my body is accessible to the looks of others.
The hardest thing was to free your hands - it made you make more movements.
I decided not to dirty socks and shoes.
My proposal turned out to be true - no one paid any attention to the girl in her underwear.
But this is not the end ?!
You yourself often passing by the shops see mannequins showing models of underwear.
I decided to go to the end to test my theory.
I pulled the panties down and holding them with my hands, stepped out of them. As a hanger ideally suited protruding finger dummy. There I hung a bust.
I chose a relaxed posture and froze shutting my eyes.
It was difficult to get used to these sensations. Outside the city roared. By blinking the light through the closed eyelids, it was difficult to guess that it was the blinking of the window, or the light from a passing car, or the flash from the camera ...
From this thought on the topic ran goosebumps and I opened my eyes.
No, no one stood in front of the window and did not photograph me, everything was calm.
But only I wanted to leave my place as a girl and a guy sat down on a bench opposite our store.
I decided to wait and involuntarily began to watch them.
The couple was passionate about each other. First kisses, and then the guy gave vent to his hands. His companion flushed and tried in every way to prevent him. But the guy was persistent. Overcoming her resistance, she moved along the top of the girl's leg.
From watching them, I also wanted someone's hands to start wandering around my body. I began to get excited, and my left hand began to reach for my chest.
The guy also decided to switch to the top. He threw his hand at the girl behind his back, dived under the arm and grasped her left breast.
I really wanted to caress myself and I slowly moved my free hand down and plunged my fingers into pussy.
My thoughts were spinning in my head:
- What are you doing, you fool?
- I caress myself. You see they are not shy.
- Yes, but they also have clothes, and you stand on a general review in which the mother gave birth.
The guy at this time pushed the bra cup up, the girl was not comfortable and she took it off. At the same time her face was crimson. The face of the guy at that moment is difficult to describe. sexytal.com Satisfied in general as an orange. And it seems that the girl is not against such cares kindled in him even more desire, and he reached into the top of the top itself, untiing the gate.
Feels at this moment there were only three of us. Well, in fact, it was like that, at about 50 meters down the street, there was a company and, on the way (behind their back), cars drove with varying success. Not surprising - already the first hour of the night.
The girl also did not fall behind the guy, climbed into his pants and began to smooth his cock something saying the guy in his ear.
Damn it looked damn exciting. The guy began to look around. I even started to present this monologue.
—... He is so hot, you can free him from his pants. He is closely there ... Did you know that we are now being watched? It's a girl. She is completely naked and she is masturbating while looking at us. I could show you her, but I want you to see her ... well ... let her show her in all its glory ...
And as if hearing my thoughts, she unbuttoned her fly and pulled out his cock, stroked his head a little and ... She leaned over and kissed him.
The guy put his hand on her head and began to press pushing her mouth on his penis.
I already fully squished my fingers and sincerely wanted to join them, but the fear of being noticed, and worse if photographed, made me stay away from the glass.
The guy did not see me at all. He could not even imagine that someone from the closed shop could watch them.
At the counter, my phone vibrated, illuminating the hall with light. I squatted down behind the mannequin.
I could not escape unnoticed.
The guy pulled a girl, pointed to my store and began to fill up a member in his pants.
It looks like the light from the phone drew him and he noticed my hanging clothes on a mannequin.
The girl persuaded the guy to leave and pulled her hand, but he went to the store.
The phone stopped ringing and went out. Taking advantage of the darkness, I rushed over the shelving with clothes and hid behind it.
Now the excitement has gone to my distant plan, I was shaking with fear. I looked at them through the gap between the clothes and the top shelf. They stood at the shop window and lit the store with a flashlight on the phone. The guy pointed to the clothes, then the things in front of the glass, then on ... my things on the rack. He took a few photos with a flash and reluctantly retired with his companion, but before he left, he also twitched the front door.
I don’t even know what would happen if I left it open after a colleague.
I stood for a couple of minutes. It was very cold, but the fear that they were still watching made me be careful.
I ran to the mannequin and grabbed underwear and belongings and darted behind the bar.
Outside it was quiet.
I took my things and rushed to the back room. Only there I was able to breathe calmly, got dressed and put the appearance in order. Then she removed the work kit, signed the magazine and left the store.
I got home without incident and never once scrolled through the details of this adventure in my head.
The next day, this couple came to our store. And their special attention was attracted by a new collection of clothes on a mannequin, but this is another story.